Sophie’s Tree

If the world is a web and the Web is the world then show me that spider that skitters and flitters and keeps it together

why is it called the web when a strong wind can tear apart the filigree the gossamer threads of knowledge like tears in the rain like fears in the brain do we admonish the spider?

the network is weak because it is made up of minds many minds and you may take mind that this makes it strong but care: the more links in a chain the more chinks

the world tree wide is superfluous have you ever seen a Moreton Bay Fig Tree? what a gorgeous metaphor the chaotic roots and limbs the smooth trunk the shade, unsurpassed

let us hang ideas from the branches branches of knowledge branches of philosophy branches of sophistry how deep down does it go? how high up does it grow?

hello I’m a Marxist hello I’m a Landist hello I’m for the techno-acceleration of intelligence hello I’m for the anarcho-capitulation of Hephaestus

now this is truly Sophie’s Tree as the little minds compete all it takes is to listen to the other side find the chinks and make a blog or livestream

Hi, a Porpoise

have you ever wondered what it would be like to have evolved in the sea to see to see what the fish do see?

or perhaps to have sprouted wings a hyper-intelligent species of winged mammals swooping looping pooping on those beneath us

you do not notice the inhalation of air the contraction of muscles autopilot is heaven-sent you do not notice the perpetration of gravity the contraction of muscles ought to send you heavenward

these things occur without a need of you so that you may pursue something far more important

you are not a fish you are not a bird and yet you swim (though the fish has grace) and you fly (though a bird has no hubris)

each species is designed for something so you must find your higher purpose the human race could disappear without a trace and what would be left behind but towering buildings and devouring stadiums and streets plastered over fields and fields plastered over forests and space junk and plastic islands and esoteric philosophy and shitty literature and sick fish and plucked birds and I could go on and on and on